1st night @ work

on the way to lunch after tennis in sch today came an unexpected call.

1. i started work, 8pm tonight. er. Monday night.
2. fucking tired now.
3. there were a pretty handful of smoking hot girls. literally.
4. i'm damm tempted to strike 'girls who smoke' off my 'girls i dun date' list.
5. nobody pushed a coaster with a number on it. maybe because i provided coasters but not a pen.
6. worst i did today was to clear the mess these 2 ladies made when they topple their martini over. apart from washing the area. toilet and all.
7. it could have been worst if this guy puked in the toilet. for your info, the size of the toilet happen to be smaller than the cubicle of the showering cubicle in hall 14. it's as big as a toilet bowl and the toilet bowl only. he went in to relieve himself and couldn't navigate where the knob is. the manager had to open the door from the outside him. he and his 4 mate opened a bottle of barcadi. that happened to be the funniest thing for the night.
8. i dun like black indians.
9. my boss is a black indian.
10. my boss's boss who interviewed me, is a white indian.

jh thinks this is cheap labour. it's not exactly so, but it's not something that i would want to do daily, or everynight. i'll stop when i think it's time to go. in the meantime it's essential that i stay around for at least the next 4 weeks. being one of the customers there was enjoyable, being a staff is an eye opener. things are different when you're a participant and an organiser. hasn't that what camps and foc had taught us.
PS: dun worry. i was only kidding. i got more sense than to date hot girls/sell backside. even if i want to. they may not want me :)